Page 68 of Love Out Loud
“No condom?” he asks.
Shaking my head, I bite my lip. “You got tested. I have an IUD. And I want to feel you. Can I?”
“Yes,” he says on a breath.
I don’t waste any time as I lower myself onto him, his cock stretching me deliciously, almost to the edge of pain. “Oh,” I groan as I raise and lower myself to take him further. When my ass finally meets his legs and he’s all the way inside me, I pause, relishing in the fullness of him.
Rocking my hips back and forth slowly, I find the spot where my clit meets his body. He grips my ass hard with one hand, guiding me. Showing me what he likes. Moving me closer to him and building even more pressure at the base of my spine.
His gaze meets mine, and I can’t look away. He lifts the two fingers that were inside of me to his mouth and sucks on them, never removing his eyes from mine. I lick my lips, my core warming even more as I watch him.
“You want a taste?” He offers his fingers to me, and I open my mouth for them again. My arousal meets his skin in an explosion on my tongue. I moan and lean my head forward more to take it farther into the back of my throat.
“Yes,” he hisses. “You’re such a good girl, taking my fingers and my cock. Look at you.” There’s an edge of awe in his voice, and when I open my eyes, he’s staring unabashedly at me, watching with a slack jaw and a slow release of his breath.
And that’s what sends me over the edge. My orgasm rocks me unexpectedly, and I clench the muscles of my core around him. He removes his fingers from my mouth and wraps his arms around me, pulling me tight as I cry his name into his shoulder. “That’s it, Lark. I love feeling you come. Fuck, you feel good.” He continues to voice his encouragement as waves of pleasure wash over me. In a few more thrusts, he’s shuddering inside me, too, tightening his grip and moving as far into me as he can get. I shout out again at the exquisite feel of him stretching me even further.
Our breaths come in heavy gasps for a moment before he lifts me off of him and flips me sideways onto my back. It’s so unexpected that I giggle. “What are you doing?” I say, but my laughter is cut short at the way he’s looking between my legs.
“I’ve never…done that before.” He sounds unsure, but there’s no mistaking the heat in his gaze as he watches his cum drip out of me. “Are you okay?”
Reaching between us, I lace my fingers with his. “I’m great. Are you?”
“Yeah.” He laughs lightly, his gaze dipping between my legs again. “I liked that probably more than I should have.”
“No such thing,” I assure him. Biting my lip, I look down my body.
The grin he flashes me is so relieved, so boyish, that my chest physically aches. I don’t know how to tell him that I’ve never felt more safe or more willing to explore my own pleasure and someone else’s than I have with him these past few weeks. Nothing feels shameful, only new. I know I can tell him I don’t want to do something at any time, but he hasn’t yet found anything I don’t like. As I’m lying here, deeply satisfied and so well-loved, all of that is too big and unwieldy to broach. So, instead, I just say, “I’m right there with you.”
He slides up the side of the couch so he can squeeze himself between my body and the back of it. Tucking a piece of hair behind my ear, he studies me, his hazel eyes bouncing back and forth between mine. “For the rest of our lives?” he repeats on a whisper, like he’s checking to make sure that wasn’t the heat of the moment talking.
“For as long as you’ll have me.”
He chuckles as he throws his arm over my torso and draws me closer. “Buckle up, Songbird. I’m not going anywhere.”
We settle into each other, the late afternoon light casting beams of gold and orange across the apartment as Lennon traces the lines of my body and we whisper sweet nothings between kisses. And just for today, I let myself believe that it could be this easy to just stay here and never let him go.
